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Fear Arising

The known is such a familiar and uncomfortable space. I find such comfort in being uncomfortable. I had a vision that all the teachings are a pool of water resting on a surface of glass. The truth requires that one break through the glass.

Is the world really held together by fear and set free by forgiveness as the course of miracles says? I wonder today why love does not hold the world together. When I am in fear I fall apart. Fear does not hold me together it keeps me trapped. What then of the world?

My vision first is of the earth itself. Herself I want to say. When I focus now I wonder if only love can truly bind. Fear cannot bind me to anything or anyone. Eventually in fear I will run and move further from the cause of the fear. So many teachings have told me that I should fear the God they threaten me with yet why? When I fear I am not in union I am in judgement and pain. All that is the world is not all that is. God is all that is. Such bullshit. I am all that is. I am the world. The world is me. I am not bound to anything by fear. I am bound by love, by responsibility, by duty. I reflect then on the course of the action that I would take.

If I bring food to a friend have I chosen the right friend? Will I do harm or good when I bring the food. For a time the friend will eat. Will they then come to rely on me to bring them food? Should I bring them money? Should I let them be to seek shelter elsewhere? Information, guidance and wisdom are the only food I wish to offer to others. When I give more than information, guidance, and wisdom. Truth again comes forth to reveal to me that Wisdom does not require guidance. I pray each time I ask for knowledge, guidance, and wisdom. Strength I have, courage too if that be the opposition force for the fear. Fear is the possibility that I will do this in a way that is wrong. That to me means in a way that will do harm.

Can harm even be done. Should the earth explode what would happen.
Does humanity truly believe that this is the only earth that exists? The only world in which the great Divine creative source has placed all of its creation? And then why would it trust to anyone all that can be destroyed? Would one really place that much power into a collective filled with fear? The fear that is a reality is not real. It has been placed here to keep the power to destroy contained. There is no power in destruction.

The fear that is here does not bind the world it threatens it. We do not gather in this place in fear we gather in hope, in love, and in trust. Trust that we will not be destroyed in the process of the gathering.  What reality exists. Fear is only the bait. It takes us deep into the unknown. There is no fear in travelling into the unknown. It is in the known that fear is real. The unknown contains no fear at all. The unknown contains everything? Nothing. The reality of the argument is all that is known.

Too many of me wish to participate today in this writing. To believe these thoughts are all mine or even all intuitive is hubris. The one they call ego is the one who says that attachment to these thoughts is wrong. Thought gives rise to communication. Commune with the unknown? Commune is sought by the collective.

I feel the softening as the ones who wish to continue the discussion on fear withdraw to continue. Honoured at the respect and the acknowledgement that my mind collective aspects of that which draws me on my journey has not been frayed by the discussion.

There is little inspiration to draw on in a space of resting in the unknown. I know now that fear does not bind the world. Fear binds the attachment to the world. Keeping one prisoner to the belief that one needs to detach in order to move beyond fear. There is no need to detach from anything. The detatchment itself is now an attachment. Seeking truth is now an attachment. All is argument today. There is little light in this place. This is a day busy for work and for creativity perhaps. A foundation of fear will bring truth.

The glass beneath the water can be moved!

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Consciousness Arising

There is no possibility to own a thought. I cannot even know if anything at all is mine. The idea of ownership and responsibility is lost within the collective. Such ideas that come to me for my page are those which I believe I can share but if they are not mine are they mine to share? That creates a vessel that is me and I am lost within the vessel. Then I become the unknown. The question arises who is it that wants to know me and yet do I even want to be known?

What stops me when I write or not write is the place that says I will be. I do not wish to be then I wish to be now. I am the one who arises in all and all is arising in me. Such a circular mind that brings everything back to itself. Am I the circular mind? The conscious energy that arises in me is me. I am not that one that says I can or I cannot I am both. There is then no one except in the both. Today there is a mind that tells me that I must choose but in reality the choice is always here. Now when I stop to read this page I am not here.

When I arise in the resting am I resting or am I arising. Today more questions than answers live in the mind of all. Is this always so? The creative aspect of life that allows me to flow these words would tell me that something must be finished. The full stop point at the end of this sentence is not a finish but a pause. Each of the markers of the night and the day are only pauses to indicate change. The idea that there is continuity in them is the constancy of the change. There will be a day where there is night and a night where there is day but the words will remain the same. We are not in a space where it is necessary for light to exist for us to be known. This is a concept that helps children to see. But sight itself is also a concept. We are the space that lives within all who wish to contribute. There are many who come only to learn.

Those are the students of the mind. The gather the information from the known and in it we are learning what is important to the those who would know. The information is changed in the collecting of it. The taking of the information never removes it and the exchange is always.

There is no free exchange as all exchange is free. Nothing remains unchanged by me. I remain unchanged by nothing. It ceases to exist. The collective is all that has ceased to exist. The unknown is all that has ceased to exist. The forgotten mind. There is no space where the forgotten can be found. Only the forgotten is the unknown. All else is the known.